Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"Fire! Fire!" Kuret roared, holding the walkie-talkie tightly with both hands like iron pliers, his eyes turned red due to congestion, just like two burning flames, his fair face was now as red as a ripe tomato, and blue veins like angry little snakes burst out and ran around on his forehead.

The roar roared out from the depths of his throat, carrying a bit of despair and unwillingness.

But the only response he got was a few sporadic gunshots. In the chaos and panic, everyone had already lost their composure and sense of proportion.

Some policemen, in panic, turned their guns and pointed them at their teammates. The scene became increasingly chaotic, with sounds of crying and vomiting intertwined like a desperate symphony of death.

Even those retired veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time and were accustomed to life and death, now felt their legs become weak, their faces turned as pale as paper, and their bodies trembled like sieves. Their former bravery and fearlessness had long disappeared without a trace.

On the battlefield, minced meat, white pulp and blood were flowing everywhere, like a Shura hell, it was a horrible sight.

Only the body of the giant dragon seemed to be protected by a mysterious, invisible wall of air. It was the magical floating power bestowed by the chicken talisman, which separated a piece of pure land for it. Those bloody red and white things seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not touch it at all.

The dragon's eyes were like two burning scarlet flames, revealing a cruel and cold light.

"Is this a massacre?" Jiang Shi Nian looked down at the crowd of people fleeing madly around him, and a strange thought arose in his mind.

These people, who had previously attempted to shoot me, were now terrified and fleeing in a panic, fearing me as if I were the god of death.

I don’t know if it’s because he traveled through time and space and became the most evil villain in the eyes of this world, but facing the scene of killing before his eyes, Jiang Shi Nian’s heart was surprisingly calm. He didn’t feel the slightest discomfort or nausea, nor did he experience the so-called refreshing pleasure.

It seemed that deep down, he simply felt that these people were too much of a nuisance. As soon as he showed up, they raised their guns and started shooting without saying a word, intent on killing him. Such behavior was unacceptable both morally and logically.

Since it is unreasonable, their miserable end now is just the price they pay.

Jiang Shi Nian nodded slightly, as if confirming his own thoughts.

Although he has now traveled through time and space and become the Holy Lord, bearing the title of the most evil villain in the world, he is not willing to kill wantonly and without restraint.

Firstly, after all, before becoming the Holy Lord, he belonged to the same clan as these people, and the past clan friendship still retained a trace of warmth in his heart.

Secondly, he knew very well that if he killed people wantonly, it would only intensify the counterattack of righteousness. By then, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the protagonists a big gift to help them upgrade?

This was definitely not a situation he wanted to see.

Therefore, after killing some people who were really in the way, he stopped and let those so-called Ugly Country elites flee in panic like stray dogs and leave this bloody place.

"But these former counterparts are so fragile. Their bodies are like paper and will break at the slightest touch. Their greed and evil are probably no less than any other demon."

Jiang Shi Nian's eyes slowly looked around and finally fell on an inconspicuous corner.

There, stood Blake, and a mysterious object he had never seen before.

Although Jiang refused the full blessing and strengthening of the black energy ten years ago, he was still inevitably infused with some power by the black energy.

It is precisely because of this body that has been deeply transformed by the black energy that he can easily find out who was behind the previous operation without even using the power of the black shadow.

To his surprise, the commander was not Blake, but the mysterious thing standing next to Blake.

Jiang Shi Nian's gaze was fixed on the past, and the floating divine power of the chicken talisman was like an invisible breeze blowing by, sweeping the debris on the battlefield aside and quietly clearing a clean path leading to Blake.

Chapter 97 Dad took out...the God Armor!

"Dad!"

At that critical moment when the gears of fate turned quietly and Jiang Shinen was resurrected miraculously and put the tiger talisman back together seamlessly, it was like the stars finding their tracks in chaos and yin and yang returning to harmony in turmoil.

Black Jackie Chan and White Jackie Chan, who were originally fighting fiercely with fists and feet, were suddenly gently wrapped in a bright and mysterious ball of magical light.

The light was like agile silk threads, weaving back and forth and interweaving. In a moment, the two seemed to be led by a pair of invisible but powerful hands, and their bodies merged and returned to their original complete appearance. All the divisions and conflicts were eliminated invisibly in this shining light.

At that time, Jackie Chan looked solemn, holding Xiaoyu's hand tightly, standing in front of the huge central surveillance screen in District 13 that was flashing with the cold light of technology.

On the screen.

The Black Hand Building was undergoing a shocking change that was beyond belief. Magical power surged like rolling black clouds and energies collided like loud thunder. This scene, reflected in Jackie Chan's eyes, was like a raging fire burning his heart, making him extremely anxious.

The urging voice, like a continuous rain of arrows, penetrated through layers of walls and reached the ears of the old man in the next room who was concentrating on preparing for a mysterious event.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

"Dad, please hurry up, time is running out, we have to set off right now... Oh no!"

Before the words were even finished, it was like a raging gust of wind carrying with it endless urgency.

The heavy door of the monitoring room was slammed open with a loud bang.

Dad was like an old goat with messy sideburns but majestic appearance. He rushed in with big strides, bringing the tense atmosphere to the room. Jackie Chan was so frightened that his body trembled and his heart skipped a beat.

"Humph, stupid! If we are not absolutely sure of repelling that vicious demon, rushing over now would be like a moth flying into a flame, a futile effort! Why are you so impatient, kid? What's the point of urging dad all the time? Dad is not a demon!"

The old man held his head high and chest out, taking steady, powerful steps as he approached. His fingers were bent like hooks, and with a bit of sharpness and disappointment in his work, he struck Jackie Chan's forehead swiftly.

"Ouch!"

Jackie Chan felt pain and subconsciously loosened his grip on Xiaoyu's hand. He quickly covered his forehead with both hands, frowning, his face full of grievance and helplessness.

"Um...Uncle Long?"

Xiaoyu was very clever. She took advantage of this opportunity, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and smiled mischievously. She said crisply, "Oh, I suddenly remembered that the school has assigned a mountain of homework. I will go back to my room and tackle this 'homework difficulty' first!"

After saying this, he turned around lightly like a nimble deer and disappeared from everyone's sight without waiting for Jackie Chan to react.

"Hey……"

Jackie Chan instinctively stretched out his hand, trying to keep Xiaoyu, but his father was quick-witted and slapped him hard, completely interrupting his intention.

"Your duty is not to watch over that little girl while she does her homework!"

The old man's eyes were wide open, staring at Jackie Chan fiercely. His eyes were like a sharp blade, as if he could see through him. "Why, you still want to take Xiaoyu with you to face the devil's hideous fangs?"

The old man sighed, his expression eased a little, and then he said loudly: "There is one more matter that is extremely important. You, follow me."

After saying that, Dad turned around, his sleeves fluttering, and led Jackie Chan steadily towards the room they came from.

Pushing open the door, the room seemed like a mysterious magical world, with ancient, yellowed books full of traces of time scattered around, as well as scattered magical materials emitting strange halos.

In the center, a huge boiler lies dormant like an ancient giant beast, with wisps of green smoke rising up. Standing at the door, the mystery deep inside the boiler is like looking at flowers in the fog, blurry and difficult to discern.

In the corner, a huge box lies quietly, like a sleeping giant, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Dad, what is this?"

Jackie Chan was full of doubts. He raised his hand and scratched his head, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

The old man remained silent, like a high priest immersed in a mysterious ritual. He first walked to the side of the boiler, reached out and took out a wide-mouthed bottle. The bottle was clear and shimmered with a cool luster in the dim light.

I saw that he was very skilled in fiddling with the boiler for a while, and when he took it out, the bottle was already filled with yellow-green solution, as if it was imprisoned in a mysterious spring of magic.

Dad placed it gently on the round table beside him, and then strode towards the huge box in the corner.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the box slowly opened.

It seems that a mysterious treasure house that has been sealed for a long time has finally revealed its true appearance.

Dad stepped aside, looked at Jackie Chan who was still standing at the door with a burning gaze, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there like an idiot! Do you still expect Dad to hand the treasure to you personally?"

"oh oh……"

Jackie Chan woke up as if from a dream, and hurried forward, his eyes instantly attracted by the objects in the box.

There was an ancient-style battle armor placed in it, and it seemed as if a long river of time was flowing around it. A sense of simplicity and heaviness came to the face, and it was solemn and dignified as if a god had come to the world.

The patterns carved on the armor are intricate and exquisite, like a dense web woven by time, and the spots are scattered like stars in the night sky.

Even after so many years and being silent in the corner of the world for who knows how long, there is still a faint but tenacious luster, flickering in the darkness, as if whispering the glory and mystery of the past.

"This is the armor left behind by the immortal god. It carries the remaining power of the god. Put it on, and I will use all the magic I have learned throughout my life to help you activate the dormant great power! With this armor wrapped around you, you can find a glimmer of hope when you step into the demon territory, and you won't die and become a ghost under the claws of the demons."

Seeing Jackie Chan put on the armor as he was told, the old man held up the yellow-green solution in both hands and walked closer step by step. His expression was solemn and full of expectation. He then said: "Although this armor contains the power of the gods, it is only one of the things we can rely on to fight against the devil. Ancient books record that the Holy Lord is cunning and powerful, and the twelve talismans under his command are even more bizarre and unpredictable. These solutions are the key to breaking the deadlock!"

"When you face the Lord, pour this solution on your palm. It will give you magical power and help you penetrate the demon's body and find the trace of the spell."

"Looking for traces of the talisman? But how do we remove it, Dad?"

Jackie Chan was already wearing armor, but he still looked confused, with a look of bewilderment and helplessness in his eyes, and he asked questions hesitantly.

"Oh, you stupid fool!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, his chest heaving violently. After a long while, he recovered and said hatefully: "When the time comes, you just need to reach out and reach into the body of the Holy Lord, grope carefully in the chaotic darkness, find the talisman by feel, hold it firmly in your palm, and you can grab it directly!"

"So, how many charms should I take?"

Chapter 98 Questioning

The old man was holding his breath in his throat, not knowing whether to go up or down, and almost fainted. Finally, he swallowed the breath hard, widened his eyes, and said sternly: "Listen carefully! The tiger talisman that was just lost may seem ordinary, but it is like a magic needle that balances the yin and yang in the body of the saint. Although it does not directly give it powerful power, it steadily maintains the delicate balance of the twelve talismans in the body."

"Ancient books have detailed records that once you take out the tiger talisman, it will be like the domino effect that Xiaoyu played. The twelve talismans will be unbalanced, and the Holy Lord will suffer the backlash of the power of the other talismans. His strength will be greatly reduced like a broken dam!"

"And if by chance you can take out the Rat Talisman, the Holy Lord will instantly lose the magical power to turn stillness into movement, and will once again become a cold statue!"

"By then, it will have other talismans with it, without a flexible body. You only need to follow the map and take out the remaining talismans one by one. The demon will no longer be able to fight back and will be at your mercy!"

After saying this, the old man let out a long sigh, as if all his expectations and solemn instructions were integrated into this breath.

He solemnly handed the solution to Jackie Chan with both hands, then raised his hand and gently patted Jackie Chan's shoulder. His dry, thin but powerful palm slapped on the solid armor, making a dull thumping sound, just like the beating of a war drum, cheering for those who were going to the battle.

"Jackie Chan, this time you go to fight the devil, Dad hopes you can complete the mission successfully and come back safely, understand? Dad will be waiting for you at home!"

The old man rarely showed a touch of tenderness. He raised his hand and carefully adjusted the collar of Jackie Chan's shirt outside the armor. His words were sincere and full of instructions.

Then, Dad closed his eyes and concentrated, quickly changing seals with his hands in front of his chest. For a moment, magic power gathered like a surging tide, and a ball of thick black gas emerged in the palm of his palm, as if it had absorbed the essence of the endless dark night.

Dad suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he shouted loudly, pushing the black gas out with force. The black gas was like a nimble dragon, diving into the immortal god armor worn by Jackie Chan.

In an instant, the armor seemed to be a burning beacon, bursting with bright light. The originally simple and heavy texture now became crystal clear, as if it was carved from crystal, warm and dazzling.

The spots and patterns engraved on it seem to be injected with life, shining brightly, just like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly, with interweaving lights, extremely beautiful.

It is also mysterious to the extreme, as if a mysterious force is flowing in it, faintly competing with the invading black air, like a battle between good and evil, playing a passionate war song in the silence.

"Dad..."

Jackie Chan looked at his father's weathered face. The marks of time were like ravines filled with stories and wisdom. His throat seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand. His heart was instantly filled with emotion and reluctance. He choked for a long while and only managed to squeeze out the word "Dad" with difficulty.

"Snapped!"

Just as Jackie Chan was immersed in this rare emotional moment, his father's expression suddenly changed. His fingers were as fast as lightning, leaving an afterimage in an instant and accurately hitting Jackie Chan on the forehead, causing a crack in his head.

"Ouch!"